Okay so I figured a guide would be in order if I’m going to start providing you with stories that will probably include people in my life. It’s not too complicated, I won’t overburden your head, and I’ll only add them as they start to appear. Let’s start with my family, because they’ll be easiest.
My sibling. ‘Nuff said.
Now let’s move on to friends. I’ll only include four of the bestest ones for now because they’ll show up in stories, and the rest may not quite yet. I hope they (the Other Friends) don’t feel bad, I just don’t get to see them all that often and my stupid moments just don’t seem to happen (as often) around them. That said, there are a few more coming sooooooon – as they show up in posts I’ll stick them in. [Stay tuned for a couple more!]
She’s entrepreneurial, and likes to say LOL when things are funny. She also is into fashion and is a girly girl. Compared to her, I might as well be a boy. Fortunately, she also has an appreciation for sweats in blah moods. Otherwise she would be an Ultra Girl (girly girl beyond belief) and we would have nothing in common. (Also she doesn’t like air hockey. I don’t get it either.)
This one is a tricky one. She gets my stupidity (usually) and we have silly musings together. I’ve known her forever, and while we don’t have too much more than our stupid times in common, we are ffl. (Friends for life.) She doodles. Well. You can see one of her illustrations here.
Friend Bloody Lady
(The Bloody is there because we’re friends AND blood and she wanted to be differentiated. That pretty much sums her up right there, but I’ll continue anyway.) The stylish and insightful and silly one that’s been around foreverever. I have more memories with her than anyone else. She can make me laugh in an instant, and has the ability to make me think about life and happenings in ways I never could without her. Out of all the people in my life, she’s the only one I would actually take a bullet for. But don’t tell them that. They’ll feel bad.
Friend Dallas is the one who just gets me. She tugs at my heartstrings and I always have the urge to look after her and make sure she’s okay. Not that she can’t fend for herself – she’s a fighter and knows how to get things done. She always wants to please others, but does it her own way. I love her. (Which is important for me to preclude the following comment with so she doesn’t kill me.) She takes a while to ‘get there’ sometimes. But in a very very very cute way.
Now let’s begin.